Deadwood Makes Endless Lovesickness
Chapter 54
Chapter 54
Lin Yanxi was slowly put on the bed, covered with a quilt, and turned towards the door.
"My son, are you really leaving this time?"
Mu Wu nodded and nodded, took out a fan from his waist, handed it to Chen Yan, and said to him.
"When she wakes up, give this to her. You have to remember, she is called Lin Yanxi in the world, she doesn't like to talk, and doesn't like to laugh. She can't cook and can only cook a medicated meal. Talk, laugh, and do n't bear it when it comes to things. Do n't hold your breath out. "
The corner of his mouth raised slightly for a while, and then he squinted again, as if he had suffered a lot.
"She doesn't know magic, she may be slower to practice, but she's very clever. Don't bother you. Look at her, she ..."
Talking, the throat began to condense, but he still raised his head slightly and contained the warm liquid in his eyes.
As soon as she thought she couldn't take care of her, she began to feel relieved.
"Don't say it, son, I know. I will take good care of the son, please be assured."
Chen Yan strode forward to catch Mu Wuju, reaching out and grabbing his sleeve.
Mu Wuju didn't say a word, and gently took his hand down, but the corner of his mouth was bent.
With a ray of aura disappeared without a trace.
Looking back at Chen Yun, was the boy laughing just now? It seems, and it seems not.
Chen Yuan has never seen him like that, never.
In fact, both of them knew clearly that everything about Lin Yanxi had already been well prepared.
Even if Mu was not injured, Chen Zhen wouldn't be treated badly by Lin Yanxi. For a long time, wasn't it all about getting her up the mountain to accomplish those things?
It is just that her current experience is not enough, and even the practice has not really started. There are still many things to do in the future, but Chen Yan does not feel heavy at all.
Looking back at Lin Yanxi lying in bed, he really looks like his son.
After all, it is a child of the forest, how can it be weak? It just takes time.
Taking out the small box of pills around his waist, he couldn't help thinking: the son really had good intentions.
Sit on the edge of the bed, take the medicine out of the box, and feed it to Lin Yanxi while he is asleep.
At the point of enchantment, many people who want to go to the endless peaks to practice, can be imagined.
The people who come here are those who have passed the Fangshi Pass.
What many people don't know is that the exit of Fangshi is also set up with enchantments. Anyone who can pass the enchantment is bound to have a spiritual root.
Once you have passed through Fangshi, you will already be a door to practice. Even if you become an endless disciple, you can rely on them to pass through Fangshi, and it is also a way for them to go to the future. Very helpful.
The people who practice are the people who worship the famous schools, but they are actually a minority. After all, the schools have many rules, and the requirements are extremely high.
Only a small number of people can endure those red tapes and grow up in many trials.
These people, I am afraid, can be regarded as real people.
But the pain is only known by myself. The envy of all is just the glory and beauty of their surface, but no one thinks about the effort behind these people.
They are also normal people, and they also have many emotions, but often they choose to restrain and suppress those with what they insist on the most.
And more people can only choose to experience in the world, and eventually become Sanxian. Even if they can't enter the throne, they can be a little extraordinary, and some lucky people live a hundred years.
Inside the inn,
Xiaodian Er came out enthusiastically to welcome them, "It's so late, is the guest officer going to live in the shop?"
Shan Chen nodded his head.
"Well, please go upstairs."
The shopkeeper Er paced the small steps and went to the counter to register. Before he even reached the counter, he gave the little boy a cry and stopped.
The little boy covered his uncle's belly and grunted, "Give me some more delicious food."
"Another pot of clear water." The shop second was a little surprised, didn't he have wine? What else do water have to do, but the guests tell them they can only do it.
Turned around and said something to the little guy, "Please wait a moment, little guest officer."
The little guy didn't want to, pouting, "Who is young, who told you to call me a little guy."
This time, the shop can be difficult, isn't it just a kid? If you do n't call it a small guest officer, why do n't you call an old guest officer? People who are staying at the hotel are getting stranger now.
"The people who come here are not ordinary people. You say that, do you want others to target you?"
But in this sentence, Shan Shan was frightened by the morning.
It naturally does not want others to follow.
Shan Chenyi did not refuse, beckoning the shop Xiao Er to bring the menu over.
I'm hungry for a long time.
I was just worried about Lin Yanxi's whereabouts and didn't think about eating.
What surprised the little guy was that the people here seemed to be invisible to the flute, and only put two pairs of chopsticks on the table.
"Hey, can't they see you?"
The flute sat on the chair next to him, just shaking his head.
The efficiency in this restaurant is also very high, and the dishes are served without a tea.
"Fisheye pearls, hydrangeas, pouting fried meat, red dill stew, and your wine and vegetables are all together. Please use slowly."
The little guy glanced down at the flute, then turned to ask Shan Chenyi again. "Doesn't this guy eat? Does he have enough air to drink?"
Shan Chenyi naturally didn't want to bother with it, picked up chopsticks and put a piece of hydrangea on its plate, poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of him.
"Shut up and eat." The tone was almost reprimanding.
As soon as a hand was under the table, he was blocked by the flute. "Master, don't."
Shan Chen shook his head, "It's all right."
After that, he pulled away the hand clasped by the flute, made a cut in his hand, and dripped a few drops of blood into the bowl.
His blood is naturally the same as ordinary people, but it melts into water without color.
Move the bowl to the flute, "Come."
The flute has not been drunk for a long time. This is a treasure that nourishes his soul. Only the blood of the master can work, but for a long time, no one can bear it.
In the beginning, Shan Chenyi often fed him his own blood, but after being discovered by Shan Sijin, he never let him do it again.
He didn't even bother to seal the blood of Shan Chenyi. If he didn't break the seal by himself, he wouldn't be so weak, and he would not be able to control even the bright objects when he went down.
Even today, if he has enough spiritual power, he can naturally fly faster and Lin Yanxi will not be robbed.
The flute was already the soul who lived in the flute. He naturally could not see blood, so after being injured today, only one morning would have such a big reaction.
Only the flute knows that what Shan Chenyi has done for himself may not be able to be done by anyone else in this life.
(End of this chapter)
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